[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]

[color=00aeef]"Attention span of may flies those two I swear..."[/color] Gill grumbled to the Princess as he watched Tyaethe drill into a recruit....Verbally. He'd not stepped away from the princess since the first shot was fired, his eyes darting about as he tentatively dropped the warding spell. He kept himself practically glued to her side, not really trusting the Royal Guards not to have a traitor in their ranks. Unlikely, but still a possibility. 

[color=00aeef]"Your highness.."[/color] He practically growled. [color=00aeef]"Perhaps it would be best if..."[/color] He sighs, feeling no mood for pleasantries. [color=00aeef]"Oh Reon's tits with it. You got personal bodyguards right? Call 'em over. I'm escorting you back to your room and I want people you trust."[/color] He huffs, crossing his arms as he looked at the Nem in question. There was something...familiar with her posture. A desperate clawing fear that he wasn't sure he was imagining or not. Part of him wanted to go over and aid in the interrogation, not really trusting some of the knights to not press the nem so hard she broke. But the Princesses safety took priority.